Dedicated to  the kids on the Gaza Strip...(Wrote this poem last year, protect and love our children)

I thought my problems were big

until I heard the news of bombing on the Gaza strip

trying to decipher how it would feel to constantly run to survive

to hide before they take my life...being a grown-up child

because mummy or daddy was no longer alive...




I tried to remember when I was most scared

and it was at that time when badmen threaten my siblings' lives

it replayed in my head at nights for quite a while...

oh how easily a child becomes traumatized

Even though violence was once my way of life...it was hard not to be afraid




Every night when we heard boom boom boom

my heart went ka tum ka tum ka tum

I took deep breaths and reasoned with myself ...it sounds like it's in the next lane, I would say

to keep the others calm...we all knew as long as it wasn't in our yard

We were ok, at least this time, so we said a Psalms, cuddled up and slept for our bodies' sake




Thinking about those kids gives me the  biggest heart break

Their experience compared to mine * 10

still wouldn't make me comprehend what they're going through

the fear, the lost, the unsurety..to inhale and exhale death's air

makes me shiver, makes my eyes wet




So much trouble going on in this world

Can we ever come together and change this world for the better

for every man, woman and child

every nation, every colour, every creed

We need to take a serious step, we can be the difference our kids need